The Cadaverous Journey
(—and the Lands of the Great Dead)
Part One of Three
To the Original Manuscript
Preliminary Part of the Journey
(Notes and Dream)
In the Heavens (the dark cosmos)
On the 16th of May my house was robbed in Lima, Peru, of my computer and other things, and this whole book project was not on a disc, thus I had to go backwards, and find where I had put this and that, some stuff rewritten, everything reedited, and some glued back together, some items lost I do believe. In such cases, I think Satan is working overtime to insure the book does not get out, it has a profound message, I had these problems with my book “The Last Trumpet…” and it took 13-years to get out because I lost all three manuscripts, and I did not have a computer then, back in 1984.
Prologue: It was the middle of the night, I awoke, and there were five great figures standing at the end of my bed, and one said, “You must come with us, but first you must die, and I will bring you back to life.”
Well, I thought this was all a dream, so I said “Ok,” and somehow I died, which was something like a second dream, that is, a dream within a dream you might say, and perhaps I really did die, I don’t know, I never died before, but after the experience it seemed a simple matter of waking up, and I did wake up, but into another dream you might say, a journey, and so I don’t know what to tell you, but here I was. I suppose it is a matter of if you (in this case me) wake up from the first dream, that you have died in, and was resurrected back into that old dream, and then woke up from that dream, and here I am, writing this, if it makes any sense; not sure exactly why it all happened that way but perhaps it was easier to fly me around all the spheres we were to journey.
And so this story you are about to read or examine, is just that, a journey I took from one dream to another, and put into this book, of the dead souls, and the dying. I will try to write it as true and clear as possible, and as it happened to me.
Let me add, in the 1980s, I wrote a book called “The Last Trumpet and the Woodbridge Demon,” out of fifty-visions I had concerning future times. The visions came in a seven month period, and I wrote them down, and tried to explain them, and since then, all those visions, mostly related to the Book of Revelation in the New Testament Bible, although some were personal and political events, all up to the present, that is, the time of this writing, all such visions have come about, have come to pass. This time I will not endeavor to explain anything beyond the sentence, or brief paragraph, other than my expressions (some descriptions, and personal experiences)—, it is two exhausting, and I am twenty-five years older. The journey in itself takes on its own life I do believe, and will absorb you.
The Angels
There were five angels that appeared, and I shall name them, according to how I understood their names to be (from the old scriptures of 200 BC), and to the correct spelling, I hope (it might be worth noting, the ‘el’ is added onto the word or name of the angelic being, indicating it is an angelic life form) 1) Micha’el (everyone likes him, and was present in the dream) 2) Ura’el (another archangel, and one of the Old Testament heroes) 3) Uri’el (not sure what his status is, but he is a messenger nonetheless 4) Rufael and Raguel. (My Aunt Anne, once told my mother, “Why does Dennis get all the visions,” I being at the time, the worse of the sinners, in her eyes, I suppose, but what she didn’t know at the time, is that I was trying to search God’s heart; and to my understanding God often times uses the available, and usable, and I was both, and plus, sinners are what it is all about, if not we’d need not to pray. But I said nothing to her, who can have such an answer to satisfy such a person, so I just kept taking my notes, and putting them into book form, for future reference.
During this trip, the 6th angelic being, was Surr’el, whom was there more in spirit than presence, my guardian Angel.
(Raguel) As we started my journey, Raguel said to me, “Heaven burns, look in the direction of the west,” and I saw a huge aluminous fire, that seemed to have no rest (and thus, this came out more so during our journey).
(Ura’el) “I will take you soon to the ‘Prison House of Angels,’ said Ura’el, the angel standing to my right side “where they are detained forever.” And I looked his way, and said not a word (but thought: what the heck is a Prison House for Angels? I had never heard of such a thing).
Inside the Mountain (Asteroid) of Dead Souls
Mountain of the Dead Souls
((Rufael) (Inside a Mountain, reside the Souls of the Dead)) Inside this great and huge rock type formation, perhaps one can call it a mountain (perhaps a planet type mountain, or conceivably huge asteroid, I don’t know for sure, a mountain in space nonetheless, I shall leave it at), possibly one fifth the size of our moon, we stood in the middle of it (inside of it), it was deep, with high insides, smooth surface, dark, yet I could see all, or so it seemed that I could see everything, Rufael was to my left side, pointed to all four corners, at once (within this inner shell), explained “The spirits of the dead are assembled in here, gathered here,” he repeated himself, then added, “for the day of the Great Judgment.”
And I could hear the echoes of many voices, as if they were trying to reach heaven, from all four sections—corners that is—of the inner mountain.
The Living Dead inside
The Mountain of Dead Souls
((Impressions inside the Mountain of: Souls of the Dead) (I suppose you can say, I looked death in the eyes, for all were dead inside this mountain, according to human earth understandings—all but our entourage—or so the philosophers might say; or argue. And when death got too close to me, the angels banished them—henceforth, back to their original corners, and I felt fresh again like a shot of penicillin. I wanted to say all of them seemed to look a bit mentally retarded, or having a mental illness, but it wasn’t that, it was what—one of the angelic beings whispered into my ear, regrettable—: soul sickness.
I felt—in this enclosure type setting—as if I was enclosed deep into a wooden drawer, shut tight, yet not forgotten, like the dead souls around me. I am sure the millions upon millions of souls here couldn’t help but rummage through their brains, as I was, but not for the same purpose they were, completely, I would leave this place shortly, but they, yes, they were looking for a spiritual map to get them out of here, rummaging to find one, and of course there was none to be found at the end of the trail. And I saw and heard, the many images as they came and went, with scorn on their face, from their chins to their lips and foreheads; deflated, with sucking screams, panic spells))
I asked, “Please explain more clearly the reasoning for this?”
“For the sinners,” he said, adding, “upon their death, the judgment, the Great Judgment, is not executed immediately for their lifetime of sinfulness” (I realized I had once read there were 72-deaths, thus conceivably judgments were based on this but I didn’t ask, and he did imply death at this point, not life); then he went on to say, “…sinners and criminals will remain here with their kind. The judgment to be, is for the non-righteous, whom will remain in these two corners (and he pointed), these other souls in the other corners (separated), will not be obliterate or sent to oblivion, on the day of judgment but shall not rise to heaven either, these are the souls who admitted their destructiveness, and were killed in the process by others before their time perhaps, and will be allowed to make a dispute.”
(Notes: I wondered at this point, if I could wake myself up from this dream, I have in the past done so, but I couldn’t this time, I was like in a bubble, and my second thought, would I remember all this afterwards? And Micha’el nodded his head, ‘yes’.)
(Uri’el) Uri’el pointed now at the “Prison House of Angels,” seven stars were bound together, as if in a huddle, how far I was from it I don’t know, but it was perhaps likened to our satellites orbiting the earth (that distance), however close that might be. The stars looked more like mountains carved into pyramid like figures, burning wildly, and Uri’el spoke: “This is the place mentioned before, the ‘Prison House for Angels,’ those angelic beings that have sinned, went against the commandments of the Lord, here they remain for ten-million years, according to the number of their sins.”
The Great Canyon of Pain
(Uri’el) Then we came to a great fire, a canyon of sorts, that extended from sea to sea, and great rods of fire forced its way to and fro, burning with flames consuming all; it poured like lava and Uri’el said, “Here is the Canyon of Pain.” And I was scared, frightened it might reach us, but it didn’t (Note: I told myself, this is a dream, how can this heat reach me, yet I felt it, but it did not burn, nor did I have any pain, and I caught my breathe—then let out a big sigh of relief, I wasn’t exactly sure at this point were we were).
Said Uri’el, now looking at me, face to face, shoulder to shoulder: “We are in the Prison House of Angels, whom will be detained here without end!”
((Impressions Inside the Prison House of Angels)(By the Canyon of Pain, my first impression was, or I should say, that came over me was, a reddish, and orange, and purple thickness existed within the atmosphere, a fog inside this cosmic vault. Being in war, Vietnam, in 1971, it reminded me of artillery fire all around me, and then came images, faces that snarled, I presumed warlords of a bygone era, now just rotten burlaps swaying in a ripples of time. They had only rusty sabers to hold onto.))
(Angelic Renegades) We then came upon the images of angels, their spirits; these were the ones of old, the Old Ones, as foretold in ancient literature, so I knew immediately their status, their past agenda. Those who were allied the Watchers, and slept with earthly and fleshly women, cohabitated, and taught man to sacrifice to demons (and I was told within my mind’s eye, the women that were persuaded by these angelic beings, they have been cursed, thus, will have a peaceful death and afterlife, but no more.)
And I said, “I don’t quite understand.”
And Uri’el said in plain words, “Heaven is heaven, as is blood and flesh which must die and perish, blood and flesh, and when one has abandoned heaven, and its ways, and slept with women, defile themselves, cannot possess eternal life, and they begotten children, giants of old, deformed, these are evil spirits, that have come out of their bodies, for they were at once created by the holy ones, the Watchers, their first origin, spiritual foundation. As a result, they will walk the earth, and be called such, for if you are born upon the earth, you remain, they eat no food, nor thirst, and they shall challenge the people of the earth until the last days, when comes the slaughter and destruction.”
And I saw many faces, and asked, “Who are they?”
And before me came the faces of Azaz’el (condemned for teaching corruptness to the inhabitants of the earth).
And Micha’el brought forth Semyaz who fornicated with the women, and said,
“He has died together with them, and sleeps in their defilement.”
(Notes: and I thought in my head, and Micha’el made it clear, souls of pleasure, were the children of the Watchers, and this sin of injustice has to do with, heaven is in itself the reward of pleasure or immediate gratification, and sexual intercourse on earth was man’s pleasure, and holy angels could not mix these two; or have both of them at their whim.)
(Judgment of the Watchers: Micha’el) And the son of Lamech was brought before me, as an image, and his history was, of the same, a Watcher before the Great Deluge, flood in the time of Noah, and he hid from God, but was destroyed eventually, nonetheless.
And Azaz’el was bound and thrown into darkness, as was Duda’el buried under sharp rocks, unmovable—; and I learned in those far-off days came many judgments unto the Watchers, the Angelic Renegades.
(Teaching of the Arts) Amastras’ one of the 200-Watchers, of those far-off days, taught incantations, and the cutting of roots to the peoples of earth; Baraqiyal taught astrology with Tam’el, and Asder’el taught the course of the moon, and Azaz’el taught how to make swords and knives, shields for war. Their duties and mission from God was to watch and protect mankind not to hinder his livelihood, as they did, and the taking of wives, whom bore them sons of whom would war with one another in time, and become extinct, all but a few would parish.
Here is a poem I added into the Journey, but was not part of the journey; added for a better understanding of the Nephilm:
The Circle of Refaim
Poem of:
The Nephilm
(Cold Twilight) A Short Epic Poem
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The twilight was cold—
they had only warm garments
from pelts, to cover their spiritual flesh!They came in the middle of the winterto the Circle of the Raphaim.Came descending from the heavens (the Shinning Ones, the Nephilm].Came from the cosmos,to put yokes around the necksof humankind—humanity’s loveliest!To put yokes around their shadows
(in the cold twilight of the night).They had come to kill Jewsto subdue Jerusalemto make there woes right(these old giants born fromthe seeds of angelic renegades;watchers from the heavens).
When they slept, they rested—beside a roaring fire!And the wind and air filled withwhirling particles, pieces of faces,shadows exposed—all with deep
yellowish-red glows….
Damned by God, were these rebellious
foes (these giants with pre-historic souls).This gray ocean of demonic beasts
came blazing a path through history: came with sullen roars of madnessfor their revenge for old woes…!
Note: 5/29/06 #1361/Written at El Parquettos, Lima, Peru
Azaz’el’s Song
I have no old gifts for theeNo perfumes or Vampric words:
Only my hate that storms in me:Like the fires in the halls of hell—whence the soul follows beyond the earth.
Ye, likened to the moon and sunriseWe are slaves to lustful illume waysIn the valley of sacred multiorgasmic.We have seduced the women of earthAnd given birth to hybrid Nephilm.
Note: 5/28/06, #1353 (part. II)
Notes: Israel (prior to the 1967 war, the Golan Heights belong to Syria). The Circle of Refiam (diameter 159-meters; an archeological site) this ancient monument is 5200-years old, called ‘The Circle of Refiam’. Horrep is an old soldier descendant of Og (the Giant king: King Of Bashan)) Deuteronomy 3)); whom was one of the sacred Watchers over earth. His kind were killed off many years ago, and built this circle of stones 37,000-tones of stones, in a number circle-ruins; there are two openings, to this site—and in the center toped by a tumulus [mound] 20-meters across; this ancient ruin is one of the lost great wonders of the world. It was in the days before the flood and then thereafter, when his kind (Horrep: giants of old) escaped earth, and those who stayed behind, were killed by King David almost completely killed off, they said they’d return: they have now, and they seem to look similar to aliens, over 13-feet tall.
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The Blessed Tree
Then I came upon several beautiful mountains, and they appeared to be carved in the shape of a throne, surrounded by fragrant trees, and I was shaking my head, as if to get out of this dream, almost fearful, but it was a wondrous sight, and the fragrance, and all those huge beings bowed, and I followed suite (I matched what they did); and there were followers everywhere, and the tree that caught my eyes the most beautiful tree I had ever seen, it had every kind of fruitful imaginable, and it looked like a palm tree, and I just gazed at it, and Micha’el appeared (seemingly the chief of the group) smiled and said (for he had left but a moment, how long the moment was I don’t know, but it seemed to me he perhaps went to get permission for me to observe closer, or at least that is how I saw it at the time, with my earthly thinking), said Micha’el:
“The mountains are God’s throne, where the Eternal King (Christ) resides, and he is the one whom has visited the earth. The tree cannot be touched until after the judgment, the conclusion period, and closing of the books once and for all (only the righteous and pious will be able to touch it); at this time he also told me the fragrance will penetrate one’s bones, in the form of a mist with fragrance, like osmosis. I had experienced something like that back in the 1980s, during one of my prayer sessions, and visions, when a mist had overcome my room; hence, this brought memories back.
(Jerusalem) Then we flew over a city, it was Jerusalem (as far as I could tell), the old city of Salem, of which the high king, Melchizedik once brought bread and wine to Abram. Here under a mountain I saw a holy stream, it was flowing, then another mountain and a valley, here ran the stream towards the west, then a smaller mountain appeared and another valley, dry and deep, with hard rocks and no trees, and it was all such a mystery and marvel.
Notes (and Interlude #2):
Then continuation of the Journey
First Origins
(Notes: during this process of watching and seeing, and asking questions, I had a moment of time to seriously think of what is called “First Origins,” and related it back to my studies in Philosophy, Psychology and Theology. I guess what I saw is modern natural philosophers then and now, was that they look at the nature of reality, not qualified scientists by far, so they express themselves, as often I do in poetry, or on the metaphysical schemes of life. So all this came to mind while on this trip, and evolution got involved within my belief in creation by God. Well, the cosmos are not changeless, and all things are changing, and this journey helped me come to this understanding, and everything is meaningful and purposeful, so I feel, thus, there is a great chain of beings, or life forms involved here. So I’d like to think, or substitute evolution for creation since scientists are limited to only studying occurring objects and events in the present environment. I add this in here, this book, because Plato or Aristotle contributed philosophy and nothing for the laboratory, and scientists. I think most scientists will back me up, the Biblical criteria for God’s created universe is better than human philosophy can produce.)
Who were the Renegades?
(Also, before I go on with my dream journey, I’d like to address one other thing quickly, the Angelic Renegades: did they exist? In my Old Testament studies, at Liberty University in the 1980s, working on my Masters Degree, this was a most interesting subject. In spite of the complexity and vagueness, I concluded, at least for myself, the issue solved. In the Old Testament, they were called “Sons of God,” perhaps there is a tinge of a mythological sound to that, if not supernatural, but they were historical descendents of somebody, or they could be the daughters of men, also used. But it was plain to many in the fist century AD, after Christ’s death, what it meant. Even some theories suggest they were marriages between Cro-Magnon men and Neanderthal women, most unlikely. I see a clear line between divine beings and humans. History has recorded Gilgamesh (the old king of Sumer, 2700 BC) to be two thirds supernatural (or demonic) and one third human, as was Saint Christopher. So I do not find supernaturalism so far fetched. The Jewish and Christian writers have interpreted these beings to have also been: supernatural (educated men, with lots of PhD’s). We should not look at this as mythology, but theology.
I have looked at three manuscripts, especially the Codex Alexandrinus Codex (Fifth Century A.D., to include a letter to Marcellinus, this codex can be linked to the Sinaiticus and Aticanus ancient manuscripts ) And have written about them in poetic form in a few of my books, and the Septuagint, all confirming these were angels of God. Also the Pseudepigrapha ((old scriptures of 200 BC) (even the Kabala, sacred texts, Judaism, indicated a harmonious linking between the divine and the natural, or human race, between evil and good, an unbroken chain be it in the invisible world or slightly world; so these thoughts came to me by Riyi, an angelic being I had not heard of before, but I said nothing to the other angels of this )); but the most confirming piece of evidence I found was the great historian Flavius Josephus, whom was Jewish, but worked with the Romans (1st Century after Christ), to the dismay of his Jewish counterparts, along with all the church fathers of those far-off days. It was not until the 5th century this theory was abandoned, the supernatural interpretation of Genesis that is for the shallower one. But this debate shall go on I believe until Christ comes back and settles it, if indeed he feels it is all that important, and I doubt he does.
The Journey and Dream
Continued
(The Latter Days) After we had left Jerusalem, I was taken on a trip that seemed to me to go from one end of the world to the other, and I saw many gates from the heavens open up and down came rain, and snow, and hail, and down came frost and mighty winds, and I saw violence and sorrow upon the earth, during this time. And then we changed directions, and we went instead of north, we went west, and in the east I saw more destruction. And to the south, the same, and again the winds prevailed, and extreme weather conditions reigned.
All these things came to mind and that Christ had told his followers above all let no man deceive you. And as I looked down upon the earth, I saw many God-pretenders, for now there are many Christ pretending cults.
There were on earth I saw them, many Jesus movements. I realized, since the time of Daniel (Prophet of the Old Testament Bible) and Nebuchadnezzar (The Persian King) these have been the times of the gentiles, for the most part.
As we continued to sail across the atmosphere I knew I really did not have to worry, I mean the destiny of the beast (the Army of Satan) and false prophet has already been determined, it is just a matter of how many will join him, in this millennium.
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Part Two
The Hammer and the Grace
(And the Secrets of God)
(Ragu’el: Toward the East) I felt like an eagle flying over the earth, looking down on all the souls, men, women and children, it was during this flight, this journey, going East, I said to Raguel, “Who among us have not sinned against God? Perhaps it might have been better to have been born a bird or beast, and thus, not look forward to a resurrection, just expectant of final end somehow.” Somehow all this was disturbing me.
(The Wasteland) And I saw below me a mad man, a beast of a man, knife and hammer in his hands, killing God’s people in a small village seemingly towards the East, somewhere in an area with inhospitable surroundings, it was a cold and frozen wilderness, and this brute, was huge, and smashing with a hammer and stabbing with his knife all living things, men, women, children, animals (a horse, a dog, a cat, anything that approached him, or he could see, or grab).
And I saw their faces being pounded in, their intestines poured out, there seemed to be no mercy in this man, and he killed at will, even infants, like a raging dog with rabies, he seemed to be unstoppable.
Diph’el appeared (an angel that sought after our group but only to give me his comment), “Have you no mercy for those sized by Satan?”
I looked at him and at the brute down below and thought out loud, mumbled
‘Have I not done good deeds, and have I not had mercy on my fellow man?’
For this action had come upon me, suddenly, likened as if I was the merciless brute I saw below, my heart was moaning for the dying, not for this ape like human machine killing all in his path, and I heard a whisper “At the end, the good king seeks out the good angels for the good souls; in a like manner, the evil king, picks the evil angels to be sent for the evil souls, the ones infected with the doings of Satan.”
I asked myself as I stood overhead in flight (as the massacre continued) ‘What was I missing?’
And I said to this newly arrived angel, Diph’el, “Does not every man do evil in the sight of God, as did some of his angels?”
The Death Path
((Hell I thru VII) (The Dying))
Said Diph’el “There is a death path towards the East, the angel takes the soul on this journey, to his destiny, on its way they go through much: frost, ice, heat, flames, storms, Satan’s hosts, and great winds, terrible rains, it is an astonishing path, and it goes through narrow gates, and over and though high mountains, if he is good he will pass over all these hurdles. Each foot is behind the other, if he is bad he will not make the hurdles.
“There are seven good paths beyond this also, which leads to the divine God’s door steps, indescribable beauty, and this good person must go through them. He must go through what is called ‘The Third Hell,’ to reach it though. It is a cold hell, icy cold; and the forth is demonic wars, if captured he remains where he falls.
The Fifth Hell (chard from heat and flames)
The fifth is he becomes chard, throughout his body, for the heat and flames do this, yet if he is good, he does not feel the pain; the sixth, his soul has now been burnet clean, it glows like gold, and he is righteous. He now can go to the seventh; here he stands at the doorstep, opposite the garden of God’s window.
(I was happy to receive all this information, but my mind shifted back and forth to that brute doing all those dirty deeds underneath me, from the clouds, to the villagers.)
Micha’el looked at me, said, “Would that be a righteous deed to kill him?” (he was reading my mind.)
“Yes,” I said without an ounce of hesitation, adding, “this beast of a man is pure evil!”
(Notes: at that point, I had lost my concentration on Micha’el and what he had said, and thought: I would like to see God’s face, second thought was, that is perhaps why Jesus became God in the Flesh, for God is so holy and bright, not even the angels have seen him, except for the very special ones around his throne.
How all of a sudden I got this information I don’t know, I think Micha’el was reading my thoughts again, and shot some back to me. I had come to the conclusion Micha’el was kind of the Commander and Chief here.)
Then I saw a female looking up from the ground, she said, “O look, look a wonder!” and a moment after she had said that, the beast-man killed her with a hammer—and then I wanted revenge, I wanted to kill him even more, than before.
The Judgment
(Fire and Balance)
(Dennis, Diph’el and Doki’el) Now I had angelic beings to my right and left, as the destruction below me continued, and it was hard for me not to judge this evil man, with a knife and hammer in hand, I wanted him dead: my heart, soul and mouth had condemned him, and Diph’el said, “Like you Dennis, the Brute came from the first source (I think he meant Adam), if you judge him, fearful will be his punishment! For there are two angels who weigh a man’s sin, the balance is viewed by Doki’el, the righteous balancer-bearer, and deeds and sins are counted at this point, as a person goes through the long path, is where the fire along the path burns away judgment if the fire touches one, burns him, the balance tips the scale, and you see—Dennis? All things are tested by fire and balance.”
Creation and the Enormous Man
(Dennis and Micha’el) And Micha’el looked at me, as asked, “Do you want to kill this man, sentence him?”
He was holding in his hands a fire ball, it just appeared out of nowhere, and gave it to me, told me to throw it at the man, it was lightening, and I did, matter-of-fact, I grabbed it out of his hands so quick, so he couldn’t change his mind, and threw it as fast as I could, and it killed the man immediately—it was like lightning striking him, and all the villagers who saw this ran into their houses, behind carts, into a wooded area.
At that moment I heard a voice, and so did the angels with me hear, and it said (as the villagers continued to ran into the woods in fear) “His heart is not moved by sinners, but my heart is moved for sinners, does he not know they may convert and repent for their sins and be saved!”
Tears came to my eyes, for now I realized I had sentenced a man—not for a day or year, or century—but for eternally to doom, to a land that crying exceeds laughter.
(The Golden Pen) As we started to travel away, in my heart I heard and saw a golden pen, and it wrote down, as it spoke, and here is what I heard:
“I forgive you your sin, and he you think you destroyed I have called back from the dead and he will be lead by the villagers into life by the great good around him—for he saw the punishments, and burnt in the fires over hell; those I destroy on earth for these I do not seek retaliation or revenge.”
It made me think, perhaps this is why God does not interfere often with the wars of man, or other such atrocities, he lets man destroy man, it is not of his doings, therefore no one in judgment can blame him of such. I had learned also, those folks go to the grave, without punishment, like the birds and beast of the earth, without knowledge either of the other life.
Last words: I think I was seeing an unbroken chain from the lower to the higher magnitude (order) of existence, a chain from the invisible world to the physical, from the Ancient Ones, the humans, to the divine to whatever was natural. The mystery that was concealed within existence itself; there was a harmonious linking, even with the evil to the good. God had allowed unbalanced forces into the habitat of existence, not as a substitute deity, but a force, real force, to create disorder, and jealousy, for a God of order and love to show mankind the polar opposite, and to choose, and so I had learned these things on my journey (especially with the man with the hammer), and so I received many things on my journey, perhaps revelations for me, a little theosophy (theories of reincarnation and karma, which correlates more into intuitive insight, and religious philosophy than, orthodox doctrine, but to get to the root of all that I had seen I needed more than the average book, I needed to fly over all this dream would allow, and received all it was willing to teach me: Christian I am, but not blind to everything else, and this was an opening and opportunity for me, I am not afraid to lay my Christian cards on the table with anyone, for how can anyone be against me, if He is for me. So there was no fear crossing other theological boundaries, or metaphysical bounders.
(Secret Knowledge) I had learned during this trip, or heard it said by Aumem, a lesser angelic being to my understanding, and meaning no disrespect, that there might be an ounce of secretes left on earth, that God himself taught angels, select angels, in a place called Paradise these things (heavenly doctrines), and some of these secrets went to Adam, and onto Noah (as even Gilgamesh sought out Noah, to learn some of these secrets), and perhaps even Moses, David and Solomon, whom had demonic forces under his finger tips) and others got an once of this knowledge I suppose like Azaz’el the once archangel renegade, and Watcher, whom taught humankind how to make and battle with swords, and shields, and used it against mankind; some of this knowledge was recorded in and around 70 AD; prior to this such things were all memorize, like the Iliad, by Homer, around 800 BC).
And so there were many things I was learning, or had now learned on this journey of journeys, but it was not over yet.
(Waking up in bed) It was hard at times to behold the faces of the angels, they were so holy and righteous, henceforth, I did, and then as I was about to say something, a whirlwind grabbed me, and I descended to earth, it carried me back to my bed, and into life I woke up. Seemingly, from one dream skipping over the other, to open my eyes, and lo and behold, I was alive.
Part Three
Final Part of the Journey
(Notes and Dream)
Journey Looking into the Deep
The Long Chain
((Surr’el) (the Long Chain)) When I had woken up, I saw in a vision the following events, perchance, the angelic beings did not prefer to show me these, personally but with an adjustment to my eyes, I saw what they wanted me to see: those locked in Sheol came forward, brought back to life, and a voice was picking out the ones whom were holy from the dead (out of the 72-deaths). I seen many souls wrapped in linen, walking with dark faces, or no faces, and among the risen dead, the Elect One, selected and saved, he sat on a throne and called their names. And the mountains and the hills moved when he spoke, and the angels were present, and many glowed and smiled for they had known many of the dead (this was an ongoing morning secret vision I did anticipate, while awake).
I heard my name, it was Surr’el, and he said he was the angel of peace, for now and then, that what was revealed to me was then, not now. And I sat as if in a honeycomb, and it seemed to be melting about me. And all the souls deep into a valley, a sea of people, sinners, facing the earth, and then came a long, very long chain, and Satan was tied to the first link, and Azaz’el, to the second, and on and on, until they got to the demons, such as Agaliarept, Satan’s Henchman in Hell, and other Demonic soldiers (such as, Buer, one of the guards in hell, under Agaliarept’s command), Gusoyn, and the three Heated Dogs; Amduscias, the Grand Duke of Hell; Belphegor, the King of the Demons; Tyr the Mischievous; and the Nightmare Demon, and the lesser spirits, and unfamiliar spirits.
The chain was long and heavy, and the Angel of Peace had prepared these chains and the smaller links were for the kings of the world, those destroyers of the earth and peace, and humankind (kings referring to rulers of now and then, and in future time).
And I put my hands over my face and eyes, trying to wipe away anymore visions before I got them, but nonetheless they came, and I saw: great judgments and disasters, feminine, tribulation and a deep valley. And there was fire in the valley, and many a souls pushed into it, and the chain dragged many more into it. I saw Micha’el again, he was present, and Gabriel (and I told myself, “When will this all end!”).
Then I saw an army of Holy Angels marching, with an iron and bronze grid, and they searched high and low, and those they found hiding and guilty, henceforth, to be reckoned with, they cast into the crevices of the abyss in the valley. And the valley got filled up with bodies, and the elite of the earth was shaken by what was happening, and then, the earth shook, from end to end, from its core to its crust, and all could feel and hear the sound of this noise, as if the earth were having birth pains, and those whom did not want to bow, bowed anyhow.
And I prayed to God for all this to end…and it did!
End to the Journey
Appendix
(Supplements to “The Cadaverous Journey”)
Appendix Contents
Note: for a better understanding of the story, the reader may want to consider reading the appendix in the order of the sketches
Part four to the story of “The Cadaverous Journey”: “In the Corner / the Car Ride” was written at the end of March, 2008, between 29 and the 31; to be added into the story connecting to or linking to, ‘The Arrival’; but was put into the Appendix as a supplement because it was an add on to the original part of the story, and because it is outside of the original journey.
The New and Old Souls
The Arrival
Lost in a Soul (poem)
Residue
Leaky Soul (poem)
The Stone Age
Judgment of the Watchers
Teaching of the Arts
Starburst!
The Locust of the Abyss
End Times
Edge of the Moon
The Immortal Snake (poem)
Mystery of the Waters
The Greenland Effect
On Demons (by Moun’el)
Dynasty of the Great Cats
The First Era
Appendix II
(Not part of the Journey)
The Nightmare Demon (Part One)
On Dreams and Poetry (Part Two)
Notes on writing the Journey
Part Four to the Cadaverous Journey
In the Corner & the Car Ride
(The Real Endings to the Cadaverous Journey)
(In the Corner) I know you thought the end of the story was a ways back there, but it isn't, there is an added edition, two, to be exact, added on to this story, added on because it was not suppose to end like it originally did, and so here it is, the unexpected ending (and let me tell you: it is better not to get to know those folks in your dreams all that much or nightmares, especially on a long journey):
I got up in the morning, as you already know, and I heard a voice after I had settled with the journey-completely settled I man, and I looked in the corner of the bedroom by our door, I looked because I heard a noise, then voice said,
"I know you," and I stared deeper in the direction of the voice, went for my gun at the same time (the gun I put along side my bed always, on the lower part of a table I keep my pen and paper handy in case I have to write in the middle of the night on top of the same table, everything in an arms reach). I hesitated, focused more, then made out a light mist-my mind saying it was reflective of something I had seen before, and the voice said, just then, confirming my mind it was correct,
"I'm the New Arrival," adding, "I am a little lost, and I'm being chased by a few unfamiliar spirits (meaning demon I suppose)."
Its voice was almost sincere, even had a tinge of anxiety in it, but I thought: what can do. I could see his configuration, slightly, a light vortex circled him. Then my wife Rosa woke up, said:
"Is something wrong?" (And the configuration disappeared.)
"No," I said plainly, adding, "I'm still living a part of my night dream I think."
And I got up out of bed, asked why she wasn't swimming, and she said Margot (a lady friend) didn't show up, had to take her boy someplace I guess).
"Oh," I said, and she got up and made coffee for me, and this day went on as usual, lunch in the afternoon on our rooftop under a large umbrella, with pork and some other kind of Chinese dish.
(The Car Ride) It was shortly after that occasion, I was driving our VW out of Lima (Peru), to Huancayo, I usually do, when summer is over in Lima, summer in the Andes in the Mantaro Valley of Peru, is just beginning then, opposite of each other. It's about four-hundred miles or so, to the east, it takes perhaps six to seven hours, depending on how fast I drive. At night the mountains along the slim roads, can be dangerous, very steep, I have to drive up some 16,500-feet and come down the to the valley which is 10,500-above sea level. There are no street lights on this trip, a few small towns in-between (far off the main road, and there is only one road), a miner's areas lit up called La Oroya, but for the most part it is as dark as the sky, unless there is a moon, and bright stars, and near Lima, in the winter, it is foggy, you can't see a thing in the sky overhead, so for the first two hours of the trip you see nothing.
In the mountains, the higher you go, the thinner the air, and clearer the sky often times, the farther away from the Lima ocean you head that is (or Pacific ocean to be more exact), and it gets cold. And this day, the first week of July of 2008, I was driving through the Andes, with my wife, and Goddaughter, Ximena, she was in the back seat of the car (16-years old), taking movies with my camera.
As I said, Ximena was taking pictures, Rosa was talking to her, and me at the same time it seemed, and saying something to the effect: why not put the camera down, but I was enjoying the attention she was giving taking the pictures, and it was breaking the boredom of the long ride, and so Rosa left it alone, and she caught Rosa's face on the camera a few times, along with our headlights showing some of the side views of the mountains as we drove along side, and past them, then we saw a figure, a lady walking, a bond haired woman, so it looked, she didn't have the traditional dress of the Peruvian folks in this area on, rather westerly dressed (or better put: garb according to the style of the west). Accordingly, my headlights had shown a thin figure. I stopped the car, put it in reverse, and drove backwards, to give her a lift, we were close to the high part of the Andes, 16,500-feet, and Ximena opened up the door, and she got in slowly, smiled (the camera taking her picture), and the young lady, perhaps in her middle twenties, thanked us for picking her up. Then we drove off.
A few seconds went by, perhaps twenty-seconds, the camera still going capturing her and Rosa and the back of my head, and hands on the steering wheel, and I asked,
"Do you speak English," she looked Caucasian and either American or European. She said,
"I'm European, German, from Augsburg, and yes I do speak broken English!"
I had spent a year in Augsburg, in 1970, so I thought we had something in common, but I said nothing of it, instead, "Why are you out in this dark in the middle of the night?"
"I hope to see my husband; I have that feeling I may."
I hesitated; it didn't make sense, "Out here...?" I said, bewildered.
"Where does an infant go..." she asked "if it dies?"
"Hum," I moaned, then replied, "Right to heaven," I said, surprised at the question (the camera still going on), "it does not have formal reasoning in consequence, is innocent, plus King David in the Bible has indicated that." She seemed relieved, I would not get so much into such statements, but often times, I was asked that question from girls in prison, when I was a counselor, and they wanted to know where their infants went, when they had an abortion.
We drove a little further, she pointed to a bend, I was about to take, and said,
"There, right there, that is were I died!"
And we all looked at her and the car crashed (and the camera was still going), and when I awoke, she was gone, and Ximena and Rosa had been thrown halfway out of the car, as I had been, one foot left in the car. I pulled them from the automobile, and tried to wake them, and they did awake to a fogy here and now, not quite all together. I lost a shoe someplace and started looking for it. My headlights were still on. When we all got our composure back, we headed back to Huancayo, the car was running rough, the fenders were bent inward, and that pushed the headlights inward, and the hood was pushed inward and upward, and the front glass windshield was cracked, but the car run, the muffler was separated slightly from a pipe or two under the car, so it made noisy.
When we had gotten to Huancayo, I went to the Newspaper to find out if there had been accidents in and around that area anytime in the past few years, and there was, right there at that bend, a German girl was killed, along with her child and husband.
But somehow I seemed to have related this with the "New Arrival," in my dream-vision, not sure why, you know, you just get that kind of intuition all of a sudden, sense it, as if you won it, it belongs to you, even if you cannot make heads or tails out of it.
And so I looked a little closer into this happening-and found out, there was a child that died in the accident and a man, the woman's husband, and I suppose she was coming back to see what might have taken place (she was perhaps unsettled with all of this), or perhaps she needed to feel the essence of the child, and perchance I was suppose to have let her know what I did tell her, that her child was in heaven. And I kept thinking the husband was the New Arrival, and he got to meet his dead wife somehow, and they both put a closure on this. Maybe they were both one in both, I don't know. I'll never know the whole of this, but somehow it is all linked together.
The New and Old Souls
(Like Dead Wheat - A Sketch into the Land Of Dead Souls)
((DNA and the Genetic Code, Genesis) (like Dead Wheat))
And Micha'el quoted from the Book of John, and Mathew; for I had asked:
"...what were the answers to the soul of Adam and those before him...," and Micha'el quoted the New Testament, saying:
John 3:12 If I have told you earthly things, and ye believe not, how shall ye believe, if I tell you of heavenly things?
(Micha'el was looking for me to give him an answer!)
Mt 11:25 At that time Jesus answered and said, I thank thee, O Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because thou hast hid these things from the wise and prudent, and hast revealed them unto the simple, and unto babes.
Mt 16:3 O ye hypocrites, ye can discern the face of the sky; but can ye not discern the signs of the times?
And I said to Micha'el:
"I have never turned face on listening and looking at what my mind does not understand, for those are the things I find most simple, once told me, perhaps because I am not all scientist, nor all philosophy, plus I am a simple man, and God has given these things to such people like me."
And Micha'el looked deep into my eyes, and then told Moun'el to explain (for I could not understand the difference between Adam, and those before him, what makes one different than the other?)
Moun'el Explains:
"God gave all living things life, but he did not breath into their nostrils as he did Adam, he gave them a living force only, connected to the cosmos (a spiritual force, one that can read and communicate in its own language), you call it DNA. This Genetic Code has a simple language of 26-letters; it is in all living life, animal, plant and human. Like all languages, it communicates; this code is formed in a honeycomb pattern, incased in cells, and these cells contain the essence of life. Each cell although primitive, is complex, these cells perceive (or recognize, see, take in) cosmic forces, no human knows why, yet the forces in life are inside the cell, cosmic in nature, not of earth, these forces you cannot see, because they are spiritual, these make up the DNA, and Genetic Code.
The breathe of God, his essence, life that produces a soul, an immortal soul, the one he gave Adam, that made the biggest difference, to the observer called Satan, now there was a part of God himself in man, before this time, they were dead souls in comparison-the difference being, souls of God or by God-now when death came upon man, those who came from Adam, were souls that were of God.
Before Adam: souls were created differently, and those whom were of the earth before Adam, were subject to their king, Lucifer, and they were of a different breed, like animalia souls almost, that died and forever were silent, and there were souls that took Lucifer's side but he could only offer them his character, and so they took that upon themselves, when they died, they became his servants, some demonic, some remain silent in their graves, many are in the prison, others in hell, but a few made it to paradise.
The souls before Adam, were like dead wheat, and the old way of dying was put to death, for nothing was being born that was good, that could grow, and the old ways could not die, and God saw this and he needed to give new life, so it would grow, and so man unknowingly discovered a new way of dying-and living again, he had gotten a new soul-Adam was the hand picked first person, put into a garden and kept away from the dead wheat, and good came out of this. But in time, because of the forbidden fruit being eaten, and because of the son's of Adam one king his brother and cast out to fend for himself among the ones before Adam, the growing wheat would be mixed with the old and dying.
But the old ones did not want to die, and let the new ones live, it is that survival instinct you know, but to those of the old ways, God was not born fresh inside of them. Oh, they knew of him, tried to make new gods to forget him. And this is how I recall it."
And I knew from this vantage point, all the great prophets were linked to Adam, Abraham, Moses, David, Christ; and so the linage goes to this very day.
The Arrival
(And the Three Part Soul - Poetic Prose)
Inside the mountain of Dead Souls, I saw a man come out of nowhere, I looked at Micha'el and he said:" He is a new arrival here, if you listen carefully you can hear his soul, and I did:
"It looks more like a hive in here, this place would make the devil weep; no breakfast or lunch I suppose, in this land of the dead, gloomy Sundays ahead, everything vaguely lit, soul eating human rats nibbling on one another, faces like ceramic masks..." (he braces himself, no one reacts, he mumbles out loud again),
"I feel like an agitated centipede." This is his first day, his first appearance-he is a new arrival, to this land of the pre-dead, and will be waiting in a pre-trial status; the Archangel Micha’el told me this. The Arrival whispers "...the dead-end land," but I suppose he'll have to deal with it now, he dealt the cards did he not.
I hear the souls of others saying (as they watch this new arrival) "Toro! Toro! Bravo! Bravo!" with a whiff of delight; I think they like seeing others join them in this horror of a nightmare place.
(His Soul Talks :) His soul is telling me (the new arrival): he was not as wretched as the others, that he is being treated unfairly; by superiors (the soul sees Micha'el).
(His soul seems to have three parts to it: the pure spirit, the personal soul, and the false arbitrator, and it is the false arbitrator I am listening to, so I sense, so my intuition tells me, that he is immortal, and can renew itself through destruction; the personal soul, sad to say he is questionable always has been, lives through the development of thoughts and dreams, he has asked: 'Is God really God,' and now he says 'Is this reality or a dream or what?' hoping I suppose he will wake up, and it would have been a dram. I since in time, upon judgment all will fade but the Arbitrator, unless judgment rules otherwise).
The Personal Soul: I can use a stiff whisky
The Pure Spirit: did you forget the many times you knocked her into the gutter, and slammed her into the door? The drugs, the anger, the sourness of your heart, the dirty sex, the thief inside of you, here there need not be any more pretenses.
The False Arbitrator: God wants a virgin target, and I am it, like Japan who sought peace through Sweden (during the end days of WWII) prior to the atomic bomb being trapped on them by the Americans, but felt Japan did not deserve to get away with all the blood they shed scot-free-and dropped the bomb anyway, they-like God, wanted death-revenge."
I am glad I am a simple man, for should I have read all these souls, I would have gone mad.
I shifted my mind, and tried to refocus my thoughts away from this newly arrival (onto the next part of the journey); I figured, I could not figure him out, perhaps he was still living in deception, or perchance, did I learn, as long as their are words to talk with, there will be lies to deal with, and a part of him, part of his soul was still in that charade, or make-believe world.
Note: "The Arrival;" written in the afternoon of 3-18-2007, at Starbucks (Benavides, Surco), Lima, Peru. Somewhat inspired by WSB-Last words. The book up to this point has taken five days (5-days) to write. Theology mixed with Mythology.
Note: "The Arrival;" written in the afternoon of 3-18-2007, at Starbucks (Benavides, Surco), Lima, Peru. Somewhat inspired by WSB-Last words. The book up to this point has taken five days (5-days) to write. Theology mixed with Mythology.
Lost in the Soul
(Poetic Prose)
On my journey at this point, I was left alone for a moment, discovered the three parts of my soul fighting; they seemed to be in awar with each other, it started to wear on me;I think it was about power, yes, with control andimmortality-! I sensed I was going down, down, way down, my stomach lifted, as ifI was in an elevator, deep I was in the guts of my soul, here I discovered vast rooms,terminals (I knew I was at some extremeend), hazy clinics were dotted here and there, now in the lowest part of the end ofthis catacomb like mausoleum, I was pray-ing for a vast wind to blow all the dust, sootand fog away, but I think I was too deep forthat, I was in the foulest obscenity room,lost. I said aloud "How did I get here?"Not even a window to look through, and now no doors in sight to return to. Just onelarge room now, that is what I stood in.And up popped a little ugly man, an imphe stunk, and he reeked with indecency, hesaid: "What are you doing here?" then headded, "do you want an appointment?"And I thought how dare him, this is mysoul, and he is telling me what to do...I didn't know what to say, at that moment,but I said to myself, he is some kind offreeloading being (disadvantageous anddemonic). It seemed as if I was to bearrested by this little imp, he said "Don'tget any ideas of running off!" I deliberated,I know that act he's playing, saw it before,he's a cop, then a doctor, whatever it takes,trying to trash my old dream for his newone, keep me busy, so I don't return to myjourney! I said, "You are the tough coptoday," and he responded, "Believe it, or not, it still works for many; many a souls reactto my acting." And then I called Micha'el,and he brought me back up, said, "Been waiting for your call!" And we went backto our journey, around the world, sort of.
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The Residue
Part of the Cadaverous Journey
Funny, as I stared at him he saw me, perhaps as clear as I saw him, I was looking at everything and everybody, he in particular: to me he didn’t even have a name, simple ‘The New Arrival,’ he even seemed to read my lips when I said to myself “New Arrival,” and I must had said it a few times, because he was seemingly, mimicking me. Now that I think of it, I don’t even know if he is an old soul, or new soul, meaning, I really do not know what time period I am in.
We don’t really know what is in the other person’s heart or mind, so I learned at that moment. Oh I knew it before, but knowing it, and digesting it into the bowels, is anther thing.
Then all of a sudden something mysterious happened, residue from the third part of his soul disappeared, just like that, it was, or formed a ghostly mass, like thin smoke, white to gray, light gray, almost having a whirlpool of wind around it (a vortex). One of the angels whispered softly to me, I didn’t even look to see who it was I was in a kind of trepidation, wonder almost, if not awe—he whispered I suppose, so that the other souls did not become disruptive, or disturbed, or perhaps even self absorbed (I wasn’t sure why exactly)—:
“Sometimes, things back on earth are unfinished, unsettled, and the soul, all three parts are sometimes restless, one onto the other, but in particular one, in this case the third part of his soul, and thus, the other two parts allowed it to shed some of its residue, to settle it, sometimes it takes a long time, and that residue gets lost in a pile of self pity on its voyage back home, hiding in dark places; sometimes, demonic forces find that ghostly unstable deposit, and incorporates it into its shell giving it more substance for a while, but it is only the third part that the demonic forcers can dominate in this case, as in The False Arbitrator, and let’s hope this is not the case, lest the other two remain restless until the judgment. “Sometimes the soul wants to pump out its poison, tries to, but who is listening? No one in most cases, not here anyhow, and the soul thinks it can, it knows its destiny, or almost; what little fate these souls have reside in mercy given to them by those they’ve harmed, and God hearing that request on their behalf, and granting a lesser doom.
Leaky SoulWithin a leaky Soul—destiny reeks like an eroded hosepumping out its poison…!But its way, too late—lifehas pitted its outcome, for doom…there is no more room, for life!#2339 (2-27-2008)
The Great Stone Age
Part of the "Cadaverous Journey"
Were There People Before Adam?
(Stone Age) And I asked Micha'el another question, for surety the Angelic Renegades who were Watchers over the world at this time, knew and were overlooking those clouds onto earth long before Adam and Eve, and Satan himself most likely was around on earth before the new couple was given life, and God took a rib of his own for Eve, and Micha'el would have been present also, the question being: 'Who were the Stone Age people? (People living before Adam and Eve, for surely there was, the stone tools are all about, plus there is much more evidence.)"
Actually I had done a book in 2004, called "After Eve," which deals with this question, but not to any depth, on this so called ape-man, or Stone Age man, and I needed a clearer message, one from heaven, or a holy angel, and Moun'el jumped into the picture again, and said,
"I can tell him Micha'el!"
Micha'el said, "Go ahead."
And this is what he told me:
"If you believe the first couple lived in a cultural setting, fixed by God, this should not present a problem for your mind (Micha'el kind of gave him a double take on that), if you know the Bible well, it says right in Genesis 1:11-4:20, it tells you all you need to know. Prior to Adam, the earth was not yielding food, no rain, nor anyone to work the ground, nothing cultivated you could say. Adam ate seeds and fruit, that was it (Micha'el interrupts, 'Get to the point please, we have a journey here to finish!'), when this was all happening, and Cain was around, he continued his father's occupation, of tilling the soil now, Abel pastured the livestock. We see now Cain's murder of Abel, and he was banished to a wandering existence, he got out of God, a pass, a kind of 'go pass' sign you could say, so he would not get hurt, thus there was people on earth at this time, before Cain. People seem to have a hard time realizing there was an existing world before Adam existed: and Cain found a wife, and settled down. How could this be if there was an empty world? The year 4004 AD, is not God's date for mankind to have entered the scene, it is Archbishop Ussher's date, which brought this to light in the 17th century. You can see the gaps in the genealogical lists in Genesis Chapter five. By the time Adam was born there were perhaps five-million inhabitants on earth; and when Cain took his wanderings, perhaps double that if not five times that amount, up to 90-million inhabitants, Cain had every reason to worry about his wanderings about. Adam was perhaps born at the dawn of the Neolithic age, perhaps 8,000- BC, or later."
(Note: according to the Sumerians (Larsa list No. I,) Kings-list, Ch. II, before the Great Flood, there were eight-kings, and five cities during those days, the first being A-lu-lim from the city of NUN KI, and the last (?) du-du of Suruppak, his region lasted 18,600-years, and all eight kings consumed 241,200-years. Then the first dynasty after the flood the regions and length of the kings are less, yet GA-UR lives 1200-years in what was known as Kish, Gilgamesh would conquer this land in times to come. The Sumerian history is said to be linked to an angelic legacy.)
(Judgment of the Watchers: Micha’el) And the son of Lamech was brought before me, as a image, and his history was, of the Same, a Watcher before the Great Deluge, flood in the time of Noah, and he hid from God, but was destroyed nonetheless.
And Azaz’el was bound and thrown into darkness, as was Duda’el buried under sharp rocks, unmovable—; and I leaned in those far-off days came many judgments unto the Watchers, the Angelic Renegades.
(Teaching of the Arts) Amastras’ one of the 200-Watchers of those far-off days, taught incantations, and the cutting of roots to the peoples of earth; Baraqiyal taught astrology with Tam’el, and Asder’el taught the course of the moon, and Azaz’el taught how to make swords and knives, shields for war. Their duties and mission from God was to watch and protect mankind not to hinder his livelihood, as they did, and the taking of wives, who bore them sons of whom would war with one another in time, and become extinct, all but a few would perish.
Starburst!
Forty trillion Miles Away
At this juncture of the journey, I asked a question to Micha’el, a question I thought might be the hardest of all questions so far, “How do these Angelic beasts get out of the Prison House of Angels during the latter days, to join forces in the lat great battle of earth, Armageddon.” Knowing they were to be present during this last battle.
Escape from the Prison House of Angels
(Micha’el :) “They will think it to be a great escape, but it is because God is going to allow it,” said Micha’el, adding, “beyond earth and heaven, there is where resides ‘The Prison House of Angels,’ foretold in ancient sacred writings, as you already know Dennis. It was created even before the earth, and resides some l7.5 billion light-years from earth (or, forty-trillion miles away).
“God created this for the not so holy angels, those who went against this commandments, those Angelic Renegades whom the Bible along with other literature talk abo9ut, with their cohabitating with the women of the earth, back around, I forget the exact year let’s say between 5900 to 3900 BC, prior to the Great Flood anyway. For there have been need for this Prison House long before this occurred, for there had be trouble in heaven and on earth during those eons long ago.
“Nobody on earth ever saw this prison except for a few humans such as you Abram and Enoch that I know of; matter-of-fact, no one knew where it was not even most angelic beings had such knowledge, and had they known, earthlings that is, they could never had reached it anyhow, so there was no need to know, but there will be a great escape from it, a one time thing, and after the last great battle on earth, they will be brought back.
“From what I understand, what will take place is this: an aging star, in an unknown galaxy to man at this time, will explode, in a gamma ray burst, its light reaching Earth, an incident taking place halfway across the Universe, this old collapsing sun or star, much larger than Earth’s sun, will light up the heavens, and all will see it throughout the universe with the naked eye, from all four corners of the universe. The sighting of this event will trigger the on-vent (or starting point, of the gathering of the armies for the last battle: Armageddon). The blast will shake the foundations of the Prison House.” (This may have already happened recently.)
The Locust of the Abyss
Days of the Living Souls
Moun’el somehow seeped into this daydream, or vision suddenly like he did before, excited to his spirit bones, he came again to tell me something, hearing of the word and conversation on and about the ‘starburst,’ in days yet to come, saying:
“Micha’el, did you tell Dennis about the locust, after the starburst?”
Micha’el turned about slowly, said to him (Moun’el was a young angel, of the lesser order of angelic beings, but of pure heart and love),
“No I didn’t, because I think Dennis knows of this, it is written in the Book of Revelation, Chapter 9; why don’t you tell him if you think it is necessary?”
“Really?” asked Moun’el.
“Yes, really.” answered Micha’el.
“Well, ok, now listen up Dennis, during this time an angelic being (he looks at himself, smiles), will be told by God, this angelic being has not been selected yet (he looks at himself, smiles again), and a trumpet will sound, and the star will fall, and parts of the star will hit the earth, and the thrust of it all will open the long closed abyss, the infamous jail for demonic animalia, and smoke will come out, rise like a furnace, darken the sky, and giant locusts will appear, with some humanistic features, like demonic heads, and will resemble throughout the rest of their bodies, scorpions. And they will be told to harm humanity, those who do not have the seal of God upon their foreheads, and they will torture them, not kill them, although they will wish they were dead, for the pain they receive will be like the stings of a scorpion, but death will hide for a moment in time, and they will not find it.”
End Times
- Uri'el (a Sketch)
And the Soul of the Earth moaned, and was quieted by God for a time, for many things were yet to take place...
I had a statement-having read the paper the other day on the great melt down in Antarctica- and said to Uri'el:
"What is going on with the weather now?"
Said Uri'el to me: "God has revealed from ancient times, the times of the future, as you can see the world is confused on the strange occurrence presently at hand, many scientists believe that global warming is occurring because of the cosmic forces (solar radiation) striking the earth from outer space. Other scientists say that an overactive sun causes this cosmic radiation. Millions of people believe that there is a definite climate change going on but they cannot agree on what is causing it. Some scientists believe that it is just a natural occurring weather cycle and these same people most certainly do not know why it is happening. Many scientists believe that there is a definite climactic change occurring on a worldwide scale especially in the Arctic area and the Northern Hemisphere."
"And what do you believe," I asked Uri'el? "There are things not yet done, and I shall quote from the book of Revelation, a part of them: 'And the sixth angel poured out his vial upon the great river Euphrates; and the water thereof was dried up, that the way of the Kings of the East might be prepared."' (Revelation: 6:12)
Written 3/26/2008 (in Lima, Peru)
From the Edge of the Moon
(At Journey's End, Apocalypse Coming)
And then I was taken to the edge of the moon, told to look down from it, and I stood in mid-air, and I saw earth's destruction clear as if on a sunny day, and I asked what year was this? And Raph'el said," 2016 AD, and I asked "Can this be postponed or delayed?" And he said, "Yes, but it will come about Anyway, and the souls of the dead remain as is, for the living they can have An interlude period to correct their wrongs..." And I said "Correct what?"
(Raph'el) "You are looking at the time when the Antichrist (the Shameless One), will fool many on earth, they will think he is the Christ, they are fooled, but he persuades them nonetheless, with signs and miracles. And Christ has pity on them, and there will be a day, when many will turn away from this mad angelic Shameless One, and try to flee him, saying, "We were fooled, he is not who he says he is! For Christ does not pursue men, he never has, he only allows them to come to him if they desire so.
"Thereafter you will see Angels coming and going, ascending, and descending, a thousand years will pass, no devil will exist during this period, Christ will rule and the angels will be with him. This is after this great event, after the future judgment."
And I said, "What about this Apocalypse going on now?" (That of which I was witnessing.)
And all three angels by me stood silent as we watched the havoc taking place on earth, and I saw great wrath, a cosmic fire had produced it, and the souls of the people were suffocated, subdued; the sinners, and it covered much of the earth and it consumed the devils like stubble.
And in the Holy Land I saw Gabriel and Uri’el shinning as if they were pillars of light, as if readying themselves for a fight or feast or perhaps both.
(The Soul of the Earth) Then the earth turned black, there was no sun, and there was no peace on earth, it was removed, and the birds died where they stood, dead, dead, dying, dying, everything was dried up, the seas and the lakes. This is when I felt, the earth was a living life form, and it soul was being burnt clean, for man and devil had pulverized it to lawlessness, defiled it-made it unlivable, and it was unable to save itself. And I heard an echo, "Woe to those who have wrathfully destroyed her, and disobeyed God." And the earth did not produce water in the seas or deep in the rivers or any place, and man dug and did not find it. And the earth even had her revenge, and her core was renewed.
(Battle of the Swords) "There will come a day, during these days," said Raph'el, "when the Shameless One will weep, sorry his time has come to an end, like dust from the earth, he will be swept away, he will try to get his last revenge, and the robbers will weep, and the sun will rise again, and earth will bring forth fruit, and the angels will come with swords and battle any and all who appose God, with fiery wings."
The Land of Torments) And I saw a great cosmic fire, and I saw the coming judgment, and I heard many voices, from all the places I was at, or had been at, and they did not want the judgment to come or pass, and the sins of all were placed before them as if on an open table, those sins that were committed day and night throughout their lives, and those who were hurt, or given over to death were allowed to watch their assaults handed over to the land of torments, and those on their way into torments will see the righteous from the flames, and some of the righteous will plead for their torments to be lessened, and grace will be allowed, if asked for by the righteous. ((Then I saw a man, with his mouth wide open, in torments, it could not stretch anymore, and his teeth yellowish, started to melt, and he was alive, consumed and dying, frozen in pain; they (the once tormented on earth) saw him, and had pity on him-and then the vision of this man disappeared) (and what was the grace, if grace was granted I do not know nor did I ask, perhaps a lesser torment?)) It all seemed so complicated, and there I stood, and made a poem, as I often do, but it was of whom started it all this so long ago, the Immortal Snake, so I called him in my mind's eye, and it was of two gifted people, the first of their kind, and the evil one, it goes as follows:
The Immortal Snake
And how did God make Eve? He took a bone from his flank, and he molded a mate for Adam, his spouse to be, and then a garden, with leafage beyond belief, he putthem both in, rejoicing, corresponding.And they talked with piety, and wisewords, and clean minds, and farremoved from evil hearts, the devil.They never even felt shame, walkedwith wild beasts. But came the fall,because of a tree, and a snake thatcraftily deceived them, to eat theforbidden fruit, and thus they became betrayers of God, sin, andignorance received evil, and it came.And this produced the human race,poisoned by an immortal snake.
#2329 (3-19-2008)
Notes: "The Cadaverous Journey," now writing the end section "From the Edge of the Moon (Apocalypse)"; morning of the 19th of March, 2008; I have noticed without trying, this book takes on its own passages (or better put: underground paths) that seem to follow a number of poetic distinctness, or characteristics, in addition to parallelism (repetition for effect), I must be doing it automatically, but it seems to produce a healthy mind and body interaction, if not a philosophical sensitivity.
Mystery of the Waters
(After the Visit to the Moon)
When we had left the moon, I was told hastily (as if time was of the essence), to look into the waters of the earth, now finding myself with five angels, on the edge of a cloud, and I saw deep into the seas heart, a vision, within this dream, and Micha’el said:
“Examine and observe what the waters show you, focus, as the waters fill the earth, the waters have their own story to tell, and he was correct, and I looked deep into the oceans, from above the clouds, through the due, deep under the waters, to the floor of the ocean (listened and observed), I was at the ultimate depth of the earth, from one end to the other, under the deep ice of the poles, and its waters: and I was brought back in time by the waters to the pre-flood period, perhaps around 9600 to 3600 BC, or more or less (there had been I realized several great floods in the past, one around 9600 BC, another about 3600 BC, and the last about 1300 BC).
This mist I had noticed, was more like a canopy of water, covering the whole of the earth, and it seemed to make the earthly temperature quite uniform, and the land masses were different, the continents were not as they are today, there seemed to be more water than land, and the land that was above the waters were shallower around each continent’s rim, to where often one might walk into the ocean a mile or several right onto a causeway, to an island.
And I saw a great rainfall, something that was non-existent I believe before around 10,000 BC (except for those special flood periods in time), and under this vapor, this canopy of water in the form of mist lightly and gently dropped onto the surface of the earth, and it was green as green could be, most beautiful, but the flood kept coming back into my mind, both scenes ascending and descending one after the other.
I could now understand why a wide variety of animals and plant life could live; the air-pressure in the atmosphere gave more oxygen to the animals, and thus came a longer life; perhaps dinosaurs (although I did not see any).
Then I had a moment, a relapse moment from this odyssey, and found myself thinking about our ozone layer of today, it came to mind like a flash, for in those far-off days, such a canopy would shield man from the sun’s radiation, which hits the earth from space; all this could play a part in aging, a person or animal could double or tipple his lifespan.
But knowing the nature of human beings, such Godly gifts are over looked, and I sensed this one was, for the next vision was man’s deep rottenness, his depravity on earth in those days, it was a demoralized time in the earth’s history (and the earth and the waters confirmed this for me).
Then I heard the rains, and saw the earth crack open its underground seas poured out and up its waters, and the canopy dropped all its water from above, onto the earth, and the grass, like pores, pushed all its waters upward to and through the earth’s crust to its surface, everything that held the waters at bay, like pillars under the earth, and above, disintegrated within this new unbelievable force of a storm. And there were icy winds across the planet, atmospheric changes, blizzards, even the Polar Regions melted to add their waters into this great earthy flood. It was as if the earth and the waters had joined forces willingly with God—for revenge on humanity. All waters now covered the earth. And yes, the waters of the earth told me, and showed me all this.
And Micha’el said, “In those days, God warned the people; he told them ‘I will blot out man whom I have created…for I am sorry I have made them.’”And so I saw this day, in this dream-vision, the world that once was, and thought, perhaps we are coming close to such a destructive day again.
Written as a supplement for the story “The Cadaverous Journey” to be added right after the visit to the edge of the moon; 3-20-2008, 7:54 PM.
The Greenland Effect
Micha’el had given me much to think about, and that is what I was doing, thinking, and thinking, and thinking (as the voices of the angelic forces started to fade), and here are my last thoughts:
The Greenland Effect notes
(Notes: one of the reasons for an ice age is the change in Earth’s atmospheric composition, I am not sure how all this works, although, I know our atmosphere simply gets thinner and fades into outer space, and water vapor is mixed w
ith all this, and the mixture comes out as air, whatever, it does protect the life of earth, and earth protects the life of its human beings, on it, like white on rice. So all this was making some sense, the air, the water, the earth, the souls on it, and my journey, and I suppose the ultimate understanding was: everything works together, or not at all, it tips the balance sooner or later.)
Thoughts after talking to Micha’el
Phenomenon of the Ice Age
The world has its phenomenon’s and they all come to life in men, dreams and visions, and if he lives long enough, his realities.
So saying, it is believed, and can be proven I think—but I am not here to prove anything, but tell a story, and the story is this journey, that took me to many places, and time periods, therefore it should not be taken for granted that the North Pole of today is where it was when this journey took place, oh no that would be silly and not even workable for this story, or practical, nor would it satisfy the angels, Mother Nature, and geology in all printability.
The North Pole I saw existing in the Yukon District, and then again it appeared a number of times during my journey, once in the Greenland Seas (this made me think, although I did not say anything at the time); it also was seen in the Hudson Bay area (amongst other places and so this was something on my mind, that I didn’t have time to talk to the angels about, and perhaps trivial, as I whipped through time periods like turning pages of a good book.
And then today we have it where it is, in its geographical location—for now anyhow, some several hundred miles form its magnetic position. This became a value throughout the journey, only because it gave me logic for the canopy around the earth, which is another theory of course.
As one ventures into the unknown of that day, they will see the sites of the mountains, wherein at one time, they were just piles of volcanic matter. We are talking about the European side of the world still; the transition of the North Pole which is still in transition at this very moment it should be noted, and has changed a number of times as I previously said (and if we were to go back in time, it would have changed positions potentially some two-hundred times); perhaps by the movement of the crust of the earth, producing at times land bridges for migration purposes, crossing of the continents along with icebergs or one-hundred mile ice sheets floating from one continent to another, again serving as a floating bridge of sorts.
Anyhow, let me get to the point, the warm air circulating was the result of circulation between the two oceans now cut off by land masses during this time period (9000 BC) of the North Atlantic; that would consist of –as we know it today—to be Greenland, Iceland and Scandinavia. Thus, again allowing the warm air to circulate and lower the temperatures of the northern world. In times before, the seas bottom had risen, in consequence, there were not dividers to block the warm air currents, and so the earth is left at a comfortable temperature.
Under the water, perhaps three-hundred feet or so underneath was the masses of land called: Greenland and Iceland.
Concluding Notes: I can only conclude after thinking a while about this last part, this last dream-vision that was brought to me at the very end of my journey, simply because the earth was moaning again, and had something to say, and needed someone to say it to, that perhaps there was going to be a repeat, but with brimstone and fire next time. I do believe the Earth is a living thing, like the soul, and God has connected all of us together somehow, and we cannot simply avoid one another because we have the means to, that at the end of the day, everything is measured and balanced, the earth, and all upon it, and all whom enter it, and if anything falls short, or wanting, it must be reckoned with, dealt with, I think God has given his ear as well to the earth, as he has to man, and angels. And so this was the end of my journey, and like all first steps, there must be an end step, the last step in a journey, as birth is to death, and death is to resurrection. The fitful fever of this varied journey had consumed me, yet triumphantly restored my soul, to perhaps an overlooked home to be, this drama could rival reality, please keep that in mind.
On Demons
(Part of the 'Cadaverous Journey')
I had a question for Moun'el the Lesser, "Look," I said, "I've encountered in my life many demons, in lamps, in pictures, in my bedroom, in a Karate dojo in San Francisco, in an attic, in a building in Babenhausen Germany, and on and on I could go. Once even in my car, he started to stink it up, and I had to stop, and cast him out right there; once one was looking through my mother's living room window, my mother say it.
Moun'el looked at Micha'el, and Surr'el's face (Surr'el is about six-foot five, huge broad shoulders, perhaps two-hundred and forty pounds, I only saw him once, but he didn't smile, he just guarded my bed—stern faced, so the demons could not harm me after my stroke, and bypass, back in 1994). Anyhow, Moun’el looking at Micha’el, Micha’el nodded his head (meaning I guess, to go ahead and tell Dennis what you want to about demon, although I think Micha’el might have felt why put so much effort in to such a poor subject):
Said Moun'el, "Demons are likened to some angels, falling beings, intangible spirits they are, beings on earth and in other places, they need to work though the physical to be useful on earth’s surface, so they often times embody things, animals, lamps as you said, even pictures, this is how they operate; if it is not human, an animal will do: thus, once they embody a person, the person symbolizes the demon, man becomes what they are.
“There are many kinds of demonic beings, spirits that are deceiving, lying, religious -just look at all the wars being fought over religion, such as Islam, at the present, with Judaism-; and homosexuals—they smell very bad, perhaps that is what you had in your car, a homosexual demon; there are also deaf and dumb spirits, or demon. They produce sickliness in families (see Acts 10:38: '...and healing all that were oppressed of the devil....') and it should be noted, there are degrees of oppression and possession by these unholy spirits--meaning, how much are you allowing yourself to be filled by the Holy Spirit vs. the oppressive spirit? This is something to think of.
"This all deals with the origin and operation of the Fall of Satan and his angels; does this answer your question?"
I nodded my head yes, it did, and Micha'el gave a slant to his neck and head, as if say, you've impressed me—a little.
Dynasty of the Great Cats
of the Third World Order
(26,801 BC)
As Told by: Archangel Moun ‘el
(This story was created from the archeological remains, fragments, of a survey, in Malta, 1/2001, taken from an old vault found at Hagar Quin, dated to 3600 BC, and then fictionalized. Told to me by Moun’el)
I was assigned to earth in the Third World Order era, a time before Adam and Eve, perhaps 20,000-years (26,108-years ago, from 2008); man was taken off his podium, and put on the pyre, and I was one of the observers. Before this time was the time of men who challenged God, and went with another archangel, and thus, many got cast into “The Prison House for Angels,” in the cosmos, while others became demon (or demonic forces, those who once roamed the earth with the angelic forces, and sided with these forces against God Himself), as they are referred to now, and many got one of the 72-deaths? (such as eternal sleep, or hell in a frozen or heated abode, or buried under unmovable stones, and some placed into the wondering shadows of the invisible world on earth, and other planets)and so forth and on). But this now came to be, the era of the great cats, diminished to this level, more so than given, and now they ruled. Man’s existence had dwindled down to around 2000-earthly inhabitants, almost to extinction.
Somehow, they acquired formal reasoning; they became a select group, lions breeding with their own kind, even with in the nuclear family: when one was killed, such as the cheetahs—whom became a select species—inbreed, and the third generations produced a high quality of the cat—but they were turning out to be all the same; to include jaguars, tigers, and so forth. This all became part of what man now calls, natural selection, the top of the line, part of the ecosystem, as the Neanderthal Man would became more civilized in future time (perhaps we are talking about the Stone Age, or Paleolithic times which comprise close if not more than a million years; consequently this is where man’s predictions of human evolution took in a firm place, the emergence of homo sapiens, but as Moun’el will tell it as he saw it, and he saw it all, he was part of the demonic and genetic past of man, the man who failed and what was left of the species was this Neanderthal beast, which was really in itself an improvement over what he had been, not what he was originally created as and for.
In consequence, a massive genetic disorder, facial asymmetries, lower birth rates adult size, smaller than their brothers and sisters, now doomed the earth, and onto hell and else where.
The cats were inbreed by several archangels, those who protested to God, and now they took charge of mankind, through this inbreeding, hybrid selection of cats, and tipped the ecosystem in their favor, put man on the run, and into the caves, and incest as they knew it was not uncommon, as it would become in Ancient Egypt in 15,000-years.
But what took place was this: God saw all was not right, and he had me do something no one expected, I created a virus (Moun’el still narrating), and because all were of the same stock, all but a few perished, they had no way to fight the disease (the virus), health and fitness and genetic diversity was restored to the almost extinct man.
And now we see the advancement of the so called ape man, or Neanderthal, or Stone Age man, and I guarded that area of the world, over the Mediterranean Sea, as this distinct species became more adapted to the world outside the cave, and away from his rock art, as he tried to restore language, I thought of all disciplines emerging scientifically at once, during these far-off days, notably: the
physical, some anthropology,
linguistics and
genetics, and somehow they did have a comeback. God doesn’t tell even his secrets to us, but rest assure, he may have had this plan ‘B’ in his storehouse for a long time.
There was a period of time left open, a forty-nine day period for all the spirits to be rounded up, put into a cage of fire, and have a burning, there was a numerous amount of images that came out of this high flame, one might think that they were God’s enemies, but it was those who did the inbreeding, His enemy, his distracters. After this burning, there was a long pause in creation, then came human man, and the memory of the battles of the past had been wiped clean from his memory (where at one time he knew of all the seas, and land masses, the constellations and weaponry, now was lost) as was the language. And now it was all new, man was created and liberated, to conquer the world, to face his final confrontation.
(Moun’el, was speaking and communicating in an ancient language used by the Albanian’s some seven thousand years ago, now lost, picked up by whom, nobody knows, it was a language that evolved during the first era, over 100,000 BC. Which evolved over time, and became Albanian’s language to be, and perfected, with limitations, for Moun’el had of course second insight to all this, and could give it to his recipients such as me, those receiving his messages; whatever, he did say: the beast and man were not all that far apart during those far-off days, of one another.)
And this is what he said to me and now I shall tell you a brief, of the First Era,and this will be what I herd from, Sael’el:
The First Era
(as told to Moun’el by Sael’el)
The first era, the one where God sent Ur’el to judge and take note, I Sael’el, was his assistant, and his scribe at times and what I saw and heard I brought to the ear of God, this was the era of the reconstruction of man, from demon, a time of the so called, Australopithecus, a slender beast of a man, the residue of the former demons, and of the mammal class, and animal (is) kingdom, these beasts would walk the earth, as imps and ghouls, and ghosts, and freaks, from birth defects, in later times (and do to this day).
His brain size was that of modern man, the males being larger than the females, perhaps fifty-percent larger and taller; they ate termites in mounds, nuts and so forth, robust in form. Their ancestors had selected to go along with the leaders of its earthly era, Azaz’el at this time was one of twenty, and Lucifer, and in time all were crushed, and these beasts were the results—until the final era; Lucifer being the exception in the sense He was the most powerful.
Written March 13, 2008
End of the Journey
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Appendix II
The Nightmare Demon
(And it’s Links)
Part One
(The Nightmare Demon: see picture on front cover) There is such a think called the Nightmare Demon, it is biblical, and there are charms, spells that can produce these hideous dreams. These demons, or spirits of evil, look similar to the picture on this book I would guess, which Clark A. Smith drew. Such spirits are foul, and if you wake during their visit, often times one can become short of breath. A friend of mine, artist friend in Lima, has had many such visits, where he actually saw them; I have not experience this in that capacity, although I have seen demonic figures, and smelled their foulness. Anyhow, they have a heavy breathe, and sit on your bed, if not your chest, and breath this foulness into you, and I assume this creates a nightmare or is suppose to, so I have been told, and have had many in the past, I now simply pray to the Lord each night to rid me and my house of such evil forces. These evil spirits attack at night, and breath into your nostrils, causing horrible dreams, and if present can paralyze a person, although once dreaming the body automatically goes into a state of being frozen, this is different. Dreams in themselves are necessary, but nightmares are not, in many cases.
(The Incubus) An example of such a demon, might be, the Incubus, a male demon, ghostly sexual, wanting intercourse, seeks out women in the night (different than the nightmare demon, but similar for he acts when she is sleeping), as proclaimed by giving birth to Mother Shipton, the prophetess whose mother was said to have been visited by one, off and on, and the villagers tried aimlessly to protect her, in the 15th Century, legend or Lore, or reality? It is for the reader to figure out, but do not be fooled and think everything one cannot explain is legend, and untruth. The word, Incubus, is Latin for Nightmare.
(Imps) When I imply imps, I perhaps shouldn’t, for they dwell mostly in the forest, but I use the word loosely I suppose to mean demonic small forces, lesser forces, or unfamiliar spirits, in this case probable to be a nightmare demon.
(Diet, Psychology, Prophecy in Dreams) Nowadays, the scientists, and psychologists, and so forth, blame nightmares on the vagaries of diet, and that may very well be part of it. But there is more to it than food, I believe; perhaps one’s sins, occupation, various forms of stress. These dreams, bad dreams, nightmares can be blocked, either by prayer, or oneself, if trained to; we are not talking about avoidance, but possession, nor are we talking about prophecy. Psychologically we can use dream rehearsal and dream lucidity. Check with your professionals, as well as clergy for therapy, or learning more on this subject.
(Education vs. Theology and Psychology) I did much of my graduate studies in Theology, and undergraduate studies in Psychology, and doctorate studies in learning and education. So in the above information, I have used all but the educational part which I will now. Education is teaching, or edifying, cultural or learning. Many of my previous books are on Peruvian cultures. Other parts of my education were in sociology and philosophy, so you get in this book of course all of the above, and now the Educational part as I have already told you.
Nightmares, can be a necessary medicine at times, they can present, openings, depending on whose nightmares you are receiving. They can be healing, from past emotional stress, and thus a release. And even at times a warning, if presented in a pattern; I kept getting a nightmare in Vietnam (1971), of getting on a plane and crashing. I had this certain dream over and over and over. When I was in the process of leaving Vietnam, I was talking to a stranger at the airport in Saigon, this man, now that I look back, talked a lot about Jesus, to the point he got me annoyed and I said, “Yaw, yaw,” to get rid of him, then got up to see how my plane was doing, when were they going to call “time to board flight… (so and so)”and the man behind the counter said, “We called that flight fifteen minutes ago, you missed it.”
The next flight was an hour later, I got on the plane, and when it landed I heard my original flight crashed just before reaching Japan. I never had the nightmare thereafter.
So here was a behaviour pattern, and an opportunity that I did not realized I needed to remedy, but some angelic being surely did (or gave someone second insight for or to me). So in the process of learning, I’ve learned to take all into consideration. Be it psychology, theology, science, and faith. What is the sense of having these disciplines and senses and not taking note of them, and using them? If you are asking, or telling, or saying at this moment, “You didn’t know, so it really didn’t help you,” you might be right, but it can help you.
Dreams and Poetry
Part Two, to “The Nightmare Demon”
Dreams and Poetry: in dreams we let go of our inhibitions, in poetry we write them back out. Some dreams seem to be divine messages, while others seem more like satanic nightmares. Be that as it may, they are in many cases, the gateway to our: fears, wishes and desires.
Our brains remain active during sleep, thus some of us can plant an alarm clock within our systems and into our dreams.
During our dream states, muscle tone is nil (our bodies become paralyzed); lest we end up on the floor swimming in the ocean, or jump out of a window, thinking we are flying to another country and have wings.
It might be of interest to the reader: animals dream, just watch their eyes, but why? You might be asking if so, there are a few reasons why: first, they are vulnerable, and they are part of the elimination process so other animals can eat.
Second, cold blooded animals (reptiles) get energy from the sun, and thus at night have very little; while warm blooded animals get it from food, and other ways to conserve energy, and sleep is one of the ways like us humans, to do that.
Consequently, sleep requires dreaming, and sleep gives energy, animals like humans need time to sort out strategies for survival.
So I must ask myself: what dreams or memories are worthy of being a poem?
For our brains during sleep sort out such things worthwhile putting into our memory banks the answers, and throwing away the rest. If not we’d have a big head, with a lot of useless knowledge.
Notes on the writing of
“The Cadaverous Journey”:
The original part of this book, “The Journey,” was written down throughout the day of the 15 of March, 2008, during a 16-hour day, with 3-hours for lunch and a movie, so it was written in 13-hours, with the two poems (I had woke up in the morning and somehow was told to write out what I had previously seen, for a book in story form, I am not saying God did it, or an angel, perhaps my second self). The other poems in Spanish and English were added thereafter, some written a number of years ago. The part of the book called, “The Hammer and the Grace,” was written out on napkins as was “The Journey,” at Starbucks in Surco, during the afternoon, in Lima, Peru, with a cookie and coffee) on the 16th of March, 2008, throughout the day (and the actual vision was that of a man with a club), in the heated sun of the morning on my roof in Lima, Peru, between 10:00 and 12:30 PM, with a cup of coffee in hand again. The ‘Nightmare Demon’ was written out on the 14 of March, and put into an appendix. Complimentary poems were added, and a dedication poem for my mother was added, these were old works (perhaps will be taken out of the final manuscript). Other than that I tried to remain focused on the Journey. One section was removed, simply because it was added into the book as a complement story in the appendix (or supplement), but it seemed to me to take the reader off focus, called “The Third World Order.” (That was a dream of its own, several years ago, and if put back it will be modified perhaps and put into the Appendix under supplements.)
In a way this story has been an itch in me for a over two decades, and a journey of this sort actually took place, but it was in the 1980s, and it was less revealing. And the research was perhaps done long before I wrote the book because I knew were to get the information I needed to fill in the cracks. I just didn’t know how to put it all in order, and in the process of putting it together, it seemed to have a life of its own, in that it put itself together, or so I feel. I did write a book called “The Last Trumpet…” with many visions in it I had in a seven to eight month period in the early 1983-84, and several other books where I have mentioned a vision or dream here or there I had throughout the 90s. But this dream actually took me back through time (time travel as folks now call it), and several fragments was of daydreams—but it seemed so real, and in all my visions and dreams, I have seen things I never knew, then went and check them out only to find out, they existed (so what can I say). And I have documented some of my dreams and visions in previous manuscripts, gave to three clergy, but never put them all into a story form, where here I have.
I did see the Angelic Renegades in a dream-vision (and we were on a spacecraft, and another one were I was with Surr’el, back in the actual time of Azaz’el where he was teaching his swordsmanship craft), but there were not five angels with me, only one or two I think at the time. So things were changed here and there, a little bit to make the story as it is, but for the most part the story belongs to the visions and dreams I had, and the research I put into it belongs to whomever wrote such things down thousands of years ago; my objective was in trying to figure out what took place, and now you have it.
So if an apology is due here, you got it. “Agdo, and the Return of the Angelic Renegades,” was written in part on the 5/13/06; the rest on 5/14/06. Reedited 3/2008 (fragments of dreams and Visions by the Author put together into a story form, it is part of the original MS, but has been taken out, and may or may not be put back in); written during and throughout the day, 3-14-2008, in my house in Lima, Peru. From a dream (fragments) of around 1998, put together after visiting Mexico City in 2000, and in 2001, Malta, to check out the giant theory, and legends of wild, and ruling ancient Cats, then combining all this into a compacted story, which again is part of this book but may or may not be put into it. This is, was part of the fragment of the Daydream towards the region of the large cats, seeking out the so called Stone People of that period, and then I had to look into their extinction; reviewed the Arctic time table.
Other parts of the story were added in as supplements, and I will try to leave some notes on them at the end of each story. The poems “Ancestors before Time,” and “Angels Never Came back” extracted from the original MS, left out from the new MS (5-21-2008, at which time this author is reorganizing the new book).
On the 16th of May my house was robbed in Lima, Peru, of my computer and other things, and this whole book project was not on a disc, thus I had to go backwards, and find where I had put this and that, some stuff rewritten, everything reedited, and some glued back together, some items lost I do believe. In such cases, I think Satan is working overtime to insure the book does not get out, it has a profound message, I had these problems with my book “The Last Trumpet…” and it took 13-years to get out because I lost all three manuscripts, and I did not have a computer then, back in 1984. On the 21 of May, at 3:30 PM, after working three days and nights on restoring the book, after I got 85% of the story competed again, the network, shot off my internet, Google, I can’t seem to win...
